Текст песни Вадим Егоров - Протяни мне руку

Search glory, bread and housing
In the whirl of this unchangeable.
Yes, of course - you, and he and I
His own judge and the accused.
But they do not have minutes they
Those moments of weakness, in which
Give me a hand, drag,
To support I could feel.

We are with you before the deadline to turn gray
In this life, each will get.
In this life, each on its own
Selects wear and distance.
But when the unknown days
Stranded on the edge of the abyss -
Give me a hand, drag,
That could pass through it without timidity.

The roof is why - over it
We circled on the oldest old.
Light of its landing lights
I shine from the farthest distance.
But when all the lights fade,
To even sat on the field, even though the river -
Give me a hand, drag,
That I may lean on the arm.